Time had halted her weary wanderings,
The moment Death took two people from life,
As she does for all, from paupers to kings.
Time's idea of mischief was causing strife.
Her new plaything, a grieving girl saddened
By the brief spark of life that had dimmed, died
With those two she held dear, love without end.
The girl knew she would lament them, she cried.
She knew loss, she knew pain, and so she shed
The bitterest tears, her heart was broken.
Alone, she would privately mourn the dead.
To others, her grief hidden, unspoken.
Time's plaything she remained, just a cheap thrill,
The world forgot the two, she never will.
















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I can promise I won't forget, but I can't promise I'll remember
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